章 15: A beautiful Fantasy and A Cruel Reality
The soft wind twittered
Tranquil breeze carrying
The fallen willow leaves
Dancing about in the clear blue sky.
Underneath a golden willow tree
Sat a boy who sipped a cup of tea…
A book in his frail hand
He stopped to look at the majestic land.
With a reluctant sigh
A tear fell from his eye
What a tragic life
One filled with anger and strife
For what the boy wondered?
Woman, gold and fame?
He sat and pondered…
Life is so lame.
They say that life is happy and beautiful
Nature, the sea, the world are ever so full…
Yet why can he not see All of life's beauty?
What was it that he could never see?
Time passed like a fleeting dream
The calm stream accompanied him
As he contemplated upon life's evil schemes
The world had suddenly dimmed.
A picturesque image painted with the pure embodiment of
beauty appeared.
Accompanied by an angel made of ash and flames, the genuine depiction of
Hell arrived.
The boy then asked life and death
"Why does everybody love you life?"
Life responded…
"Because I am the beautiful lie."
He then asked death…
"O death, why does everyone hate you?"
Then the pure manifestation of darkness replied…
"Because I am the harsh truth."
The boy sat upon these two answers
He wondered and pondered
Time kept moving like a flowing river
Time destroys, it decays, it waits for no one
Nor can anyone escape the clutches of time
The boy just sat in silence, pondering
Glancing upon the world, he sat with his thoughts
Life is a beautiful fantasy
Death is the cruel reality
We seek fame, fortune, power, love, wealth
Human desire endless
Like an eternal flame
Devouring the world in its hunger
Ironic
But when death comes.
We wake up from our dreams and fantasies
When death comes
We lye below the earth, people, trampling above us.
No fame, nor fortune, nor strength, nor intelligence, nor achievements…
Nothing will protect you from indiscriminate death.
When death arrives
Beautiful fantasies shatter
Like fragile glass
And you will wake up to cruel reality
The cruel truth
The cruel equality
The cruel world
And when that happens.
It will be too late
To come to a realisation
That the life you were living was a lie, a dream, a fantasy.
Because then When you have been woken to cruel reality.
You will sleep for all of eternity
Below the earth, you once ruled.
I will repeat it once more.
Life is a beautiful lie
Death is the harsh truth
Life is a wonderful fantasy
Death is the cruel reality
Life is above the ground among the skies
Trotting on the world
Death is beneath the earth among the corpses
Rotting within the world
In front of death, we are all equal…
クリエイターの想い 
EternalDuccMonarch
EternalDuccMonarch Another poem I just wanted people to see
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Like not my best but what I view the world to be...
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We strive for things beyond our reach and believe ourselves to be surperior however in the face of death are we not all equal?
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Money, fame and fortune mean nothing on that fateful day for we can never escape the clutches of time...
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One day we will merely return to earth and our body decays, while our soul rises and I hope we can all meet on that day...
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I love ducc's
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Sorry but I probably aint ever gonna be writing again ;-; so farewell my friends
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